Drought

Visited the place where my dad grew up; Pozzurubio, Pangasinan. I remembered getting lost at the field behind our provincial home when I was little, mesmerized by the view I think and unconciously unfollowing my parents. I cried all throughout the ordeal thinking I will be lost forever. Come to think of it, it was my first taste of travel; of getting lost. Of exploration.

On this particular visit, I made sure I stayed close to my chaperone, while I snapped a picture of the earth, cracked and well rested from the season of planting.

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